Post by bill t. schwartz on Dec 13, 2009 12:42:34 GMT -5
Bill Trumper Schwartz
* You see my soul, i'm a nightmare. Out of control i'm crashing into the dark, into the blue. .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Tomi, AND I AM 14.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 1 year
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE just Bill.
- - - - nicknames, Billa
- - - - gender, Male
- - - - age, Twenty
- - - - race/level, Demon//Devil
- - - - [human] side, evil
- - - - sexuality, Straight
- - - - occupation, None
- - - - wealth class, wealthy
- - - - describe power, Darkness. At his will, depending on how strong he is, he can used the shadows around him to dim the light of the room or spot. Bending shadows at his will. But it depends on how dark it is, and how strong he is.
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- - - - hair, Straight black hair going down to the shoulders
- - - - build, Slim/ slender
- - - - weight, 110lb.
- - - - height, 6’1
- - - - fashion sense, Emo/ rocker look. As long as it’s dark then he would most likely wear it. He’s skinny, he weights about 110 pound. He wears makeup a lot, the smokey eyes is something that he is usually seen wearing. He knows he’s inhuman, but still, he never is afraid to stand out (When it comes to looks, personality, he acts like any other teens his age). He wears tight black clothes; usually they are expensive; like boots, chokers, and skinny jeans. His face is angular, full lips, almond shaped eyes, a nose that goes well with his complexion; he also has a tongue stud and a pierced eyebrow. He carries himself with a lot of grace, his long legs allow him to move quickly from one place to another. Under his lip he has a mole, a birthmark he had since he was a kid. He has many tattoos, such as a star on his hip, one running down his ribs that says “We will never stop screaming, we are going back to the roots,” and one on his forearm, that says “freedom”.
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[x]music
[x]writing
[x]art
[x]traveling
[x]sports cars
[x]comedy movies
[x]money
[x]clubs
[x]shopping
[x]drinking
- - - - loathes,
[x] annoying people
[x]romance books/movies
[x]unclean places
[x]countryside
[x]nature
[x]bright places
[x]the sun
[x]preps
[x]people who think they are in love
[x]cheap clothing.
- - - - strengths,
[x]He’s careful at what he does. Each of his moves is planned out, (though he wouldn’t admit it).
[x]He keeps to himself mostly, unless he’s at a party or something, and even then he never talks much, just preferring to keep to himself and enjoy the latest hits and music. He's pretty much has that 'chill out' attitude.
[x]He can be almost invisible. Though his style of dressing is out there, his attitude is reserved, dark, and he won't talk that much. If he's in a conversation, normally he wouldn't talk unless someone speaks to him directly, so when there is more than just him and another person, he would be the one listening and the others would be the one talking.
- - - - weaknesses,
[x]Trust is a big issue for him. He has a hard time giving faith on something. Mostly because he knows he's evil and believes that the world was not made for trust. So it takes a long time for him to be able to open up to someone. But he’s quiet only when someone meets, him, after he warms up a bit, he has a mouth that never quits (especially when he’s telling a story, it includes hand gestures, dramatic expressions, and complete with commercial breaks.)
[x]He’s lazy. Sometimes he’s not very motivated to do much. Even though he knows what he is doing and thinks it out first, sometimes he can never be bothered to fix the mistakes me makes, until they almost get out of control.
[x]Late. He's can never be on time for anything. Independible when it comes to time of any sort. Although he is strong and is willing to do anything that would keep him amused or busy, don't expect him to remember that there was a meeting about it, he would be late, no doubt.
- - - - dreams,
[x] his is a dreamer, he never knows what he wants
- - - - fears,
[x]bugs...it just creeps him out. that is why he is almost never seen outside of the city.
[x] change, he's fine with being as he is, he hates people trying ti change him.
- - - - overall personality, He is really lazy and sometimes don’t really care much about anything. He can only get motivated so much. He is one of those people who never look for love, because he doesn't really believe in soul mate, or that it exist. But one thing he is looking for is friends who see on the same level he does or a girl who understands him even though he doesn’t say anything. He has a short temper though, but he can hide it well, and he learned to keep the snapping, sharp remarks, and scornful words to a minimum. He likes to write music; especially in something he likes to do, like writing, playing paintball or something like that, he becomes a perfectionist, bordering on obsessive He is quiet, only speaks when he needs to say something or such, but if he has something to say, everyone has to hear it, and he would argue until they understand it, they don't have to believe it, but they have to be able to see it from his point of view.
Billa sighed and walked down the streets of Germany. His eyes glanced from side of side, occasionally blinking cause by the contacts he was wearing, which wouldn’t last long anyway. That meant he needed to go somewhere and put on another set in before someone catches him. But it was about sunset, and he was dressed in black so no unwanted rays of the sun hit him; therefore, no one would see his strange eyes or his pale skin.
Walking down the sidewalk, his now honey colored eyes rested on a little girl and her mother. She was cute, probably about 4 years old. He stopped and leaned against the wall, looking in the other direction so they wouldn’t suspect, but listening on what they had to say. He always wondered what it’s like to have a kid, since clearly he wouldn’t be heading down that road. The whole family thing, with a son or a daughter, the wife or mother; the whole concept was far away, out of his grasp, his reach. He would never have something like that, but it was fine with him.
The girl was crying and screaming, not wanting to sit on the stroller and the mother was desperately bribing her to calm down and strap herself in before someone thinks the woman was kidnapping her. Billa suppressed a laugh as the woman cried out to her daughter in a strained voice. “Honey, if you sit down, Daddy and I will do whatever you want.” Bill smiled, that wasn’t the greatest thing to say to her. What if she wanted money? Then her mother lied so next time the girl wouldn’t listen to her parents anymore because they lied. But she was only about, what? 4 years old? It might not affect her, she might just even forget about it altogether.
Curious as to what the girl was going to say, Billa glanced over at the two and actually laughed. The little girl stopped screaming, silently got in the stroller, strapped herself in with precision, and looked at her mother evenly. “I want to get out.” she said in a completely calm voice. She was a clever one. Now he really did have faith in that generation. Maybe they will grow up and do great things. He laughed and continued on his way.
There was always hope, and hopefully, things go well, and hopefully, there would be more kids like that clever little girl, who knew what she wanted, and used what she learned to control the situation. Then, there will be nothing to worry about, besides, of course, the humanoid being he calls himself. But they wouldn’t suspect, his kind usually are pretty discreet, so not many people notice; they are all blind; not to sharp on the senses, but still they still notice, they have a sense when something was wrong, some just don’t act on it. But that was fine with him; it makes it easier for him whenever his eyes turned black.
He walked down the street one last time, looking at the place he called home for so long, the place where many memories started. His beloved Germany. He sighed, and looked at the sunset. It was time to head to America; he stayed here for too long. He was going to be living forever, might as well make the best of it.
Walking down the sidewalk, his now honey colored eyes rested on a little girl and her mother. She was cute, probably about 4 years old. He stopped and leaned against the wall, looking in the other direction so they wouldn’t suspect, but listening on what they had to say. He always wondered what it’s like to have a kid, since clearly he wouldn’t be heading down that road. The whole family thing, with a son or a daughter, the wife or mother; the whole concept was far away, out of his grasp, his reach. He would never have something like that, but it was fine with him.
The girl was crying and screaming, not wanting to sit on the stroller and the mother was desperately bribing her to calm down and strap herself in before someone thinks the woman was kidnapping her. Billa suppressed a laugh as the woman cried out to her daughter in a strained voice. “Honey, if you sit down, Daddy and I will do whatever you want.” Bill smiled, that wasn’t the greatest thing to say to her. What if she wanted money? Then her mother lied so next time the girl wouldn’t listen to her parents anymore because they lied. But she was only about, what? 4 years old? It might not affect her, she might just even forget about it altogether.
Curious as to what the girl was going to say, Billa glanced over at the two and actually laughed. The little girl stopped screaming, silently got in the stroller, strapped herself in with precision, and looked at her mother evenly. “I want to get out.” she said in a completely calm voice. She was a clever one. Now he really did have faith in that generation. Maybe they will grow up and do great things. He laughed and continued on his way.
There was always hope, and hopefully, things go well, and hopefully, there would be more kids like that clever little girl, who knew what she wanted, and used what she learned to control the situation. Then, there will be nothing to worry about, besides, of course, the humanoid being he calls himself. But they wouldn’t suspect, his kind usually are pretty discreet, so not many people notice; they are all blind; not to sharp on the senses, but still they still notice, they have a sense when something was wrong, some just don’t act on it. But that was fine with him; it makes it easier for him whenever his eyes turned black.
He walked down the street one last time, looking at the place he called home for so long, the place where many memories started. His beloved Germany. He sighed, and looked at the sunset. It was time to head to America; he stayed here for too long. He was going to be living forever, might as well make the best of it.
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